The heading's North
to bleak lands
Cold tendrils wrap
around my heart and squeeze
I fall into a gastric pit
My fingers curl and claw
And cling
I hang suspended in bodily caress
I breathe, reluctant, but yet I breathe.
I climb back up the throat of hope
And reach the light.

Blue skies. All lies.
Frozen lake. Heartache.
Thin ice. Pay the price.
Cold chill. All still.